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My friend recently got married and I was so jealousy. She was always the princess of our class and the boys always gathered around her like bees following the queen. She got married to the most handsome, rich and wonderful man – every woman’s dream. When I watched them opening the dance floor at the reception, I became so sad because I felt like the girl who’d been left behind and whose fairy godmother never showed up to get her to the dance.
The boys at school were friends with me (I helped them with their maths homework as I was the brainy one in class) but never dated me because they saw me as a nerd. My father always said to me that I may not have inherited beauty but I did inherit brains. But who wants brains while the beauties of the world walk away with the princes and I’m left with the frogs?
I’m also not willing to wait around forever for my Prince Charming to arrive or for the frog I’m supposed to kiss who will turn into a prince. Why can’t I have some luck? People now tell me I’m beautiful, but I definitely don’t feel that way. What can I do?
